I was at the headquarter of the imbecile and pervert but seem and look smart people.
No one interested to come this time.
So I amused myself with this pickled comments of newbees from my beloved friends on scattered papers:

“Gw gak nyuruh dia speech. Maap, ge nggak dikasitau. Gw emang ceroboh…”
(huahahahaha…yeah, it’s not a speech society, dear, but at least… J )

“She likes to speak, definitely. She has a thee-bathing basic and willing to develop it…But she is like an AGJ girl. I don’t know whether or not she will fit in E*S social life, we’ll see…”
(uh…oh… so, she’s normal and mainstream? Let’s just drown her in…hwehehehe…)

“This poor guy doesn’t even understand the questions. He needs me to translate all the questions and answers. He seems to join E*S to meet new girls.”
(Hey, each of us has our own purpose in life.)

“He has the Australian accent. But, he sure is a show off. Dia pamer bgt. To be honest, he was like gurggling rather than giving a speech.”
(Ah, another inter-male jealousy.)

“Shutter a bit, minimum eye contact. Come to think of it, maybe it’s my fault; right after he said he’s going to speak about orientation program at my faculty, I excitedly mentioned I’m in the disciplinary committee for my faculty orientation, so probably his speech was a little under pressure. Sorry…”
(another factor is, perhaps, your beauty myth, moonflower girl! :) )

funny, ya?

spare a thought of me

Hey…
Did not mean to peek-a-boo
Wednesday afternoon after a till dawn girl night talk,
Intended to be polite and seem doing some responsibility.
Mr. President said the interview started from 09.00 a.m. So I came…
At 09.30, of course. Procrastinator am I.
Red dusky carpet with doff orange wall.
Empty.
10.00…
really wanted to do some English, but times like this…who’ll come all the way to this wrecked building. Remote, I say.
No interviewee!!!
humm humm
Okay, Ov, let’s enjoy something.
Yummy…it fells like finding a pearl going through bubbleful straw with milk and blended ice.

“Things I can think of in 30 minutes starting from…
clothes-pants-feet-nail polish-beauty salon-girls-boys-patriarchy-feminism-ovie-mapres-doni-dictactor-hitler-WW II-chaos-poverty-…”

Rewind please…
Feminism-ovie…
Ups
Ovie…
It’s me. *happy*

I wonder, how much more I can find myself exist in others’ mind. This way, I read the artifact by myself. Wondering how much hasn’t been read yet.
It is pleasing, the thought of me.

P.S: you know who you are, writer. Peace yo! J Luv ya!

picture from psychcentral.com